saw you out on the streets…sayin’it’d been a year since a drink was taken…thin…eyes gone…asking for cigarettes…i quit…
They’re tearin’ down the old mission and building another, a mumble…somewhat a declaration, And puttin’ in a liquor-store right across the damn street…can you imagine…big bold letters…Coming Soon…Belmont Liquors…mother-fuckers..
and i told ya’ i was never a fan…didn’t care for the way business was done at the shelter…biggest racket in-town…all in the name of Jesus…dollar matching dollar…
old beat-up Fords drove past…Dodges too…skinny men askin’ for dollars and dimes…a fix was needed…,could ya’ help-out an old friend, you asked, I’m startin’to shake…diabetes ya’ know…been in the hospital so many times…lost track…
my head twisted…payday hadn’t come…you walked-onto the next guy…and the guy after that…lookin’ for a low to no interest loan…whatever ya’ got…anything’ll do…
and i did not judge…my prayers were met…grace and luck…grace and luck…